And will not God grant justice to his chosen
ones who cry to him day and night? Will he delay long in helping them? I
tell you, he will quickly grant justice to them. And yet, when the Son of Man
comes, will he find faith on earth?’ (Luke 18:7-8)
There is a cry in the heart of
God, a cry for understanding, a yearning for us to know and finally realize the
One who is Love seeks justice for us and for every beloved thing God has made.
Justice is not what most
imagine. It is not retribution or punishment for wronging. It is the union of
God’s desire with material reality. It is human hearts and our broken creation existing
in oneness with the Infinite Love from whom all creation springs, an
ever-flowing stream of life.
In other words, justice is you,
Holy One. It is knowing you, being encompassed, enveloped and inseparably one
with the Love you are. It is to know oneself inside, wrapped and rapt within
the enveloping cloud, the encircling arms of your great love, delighting and
treasuring us as we do our children, our grandchildren, our little ones and all
those souls who loved and blessed us in ways and for reasons we never fully understand.
Today, I want this justice for Maurice’s
children. They are not his children, except as his heart has adopted them in their
crying need. He understands their hearts and hopes because he was once one of
them, as when I first met him 30 years ago in a refugee camp in what was then
southern Sudan.
He was a teenager, displaced and
separated from his family by war and hunger as he would be for many years. Unable
to go home, with no money and little to do, he approached a visiting journalist
and asked if he could help. For the next few days, Maurice was my interpreter.
In the following years, several of us supported him through boarding school and
an agricultural college. We stayed in touch on and off, until now when our correspondence
is very much on.
Southern Sudan is now South
Sudan, an independent nation, and Maurice is back in Juba where he was a boy, working
among orphans and vulnerable children with insecure food supplies and little chance
at an education. Children like the child he was.
He provides food, safety and basic
education, making do with meager resources, knowing what the justice of God is
for children like these. It is to know the enfolding arms of love, to feel the
goodness of warm food in their stomachs, to joy in the wonder of learning and to
smile as they plant seeds in the ground that will produce a harvest of hope.
The Green Foods Enterprise is
the name of Maurice’s nascent organization. It is one small but irreplaceable expression
of God’s justice for invisible and forgotten souls, who cry out day and night
hoping to be heard. Maurice hears first-hand and has invited me in this holy
work. Perhaps you hear this invitation, too. If so, let me know. Justice for
the children can use all the help it can get.
David L. Miller